The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The rain on the carriage windows was not water, but a fine, golden mist that clung to the glass and dried into a shimmering film. Elias Thorne watched it streak away, his hands wrapped around a velvet pouch that contained a vial of liquid light. He was forty-five, his hands stained with the permanent tannins of his trade, and his back ached with the specific, grinding pain of a man who had...

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